Pavati sat up, jarred out of her sleep by something. Her hands were at her side at the ready to launch herself out of the bed she had found herself in. Immediately pain radiated up her arm causing her to cry out and her stomach to lurch. It radiated up to her shoulder and with it the nausea rose. She launched herself out of bed, just making it to the chamber pot.
The bile joined the expelled stomach contents from earlier. Pavati was panting, her arm now cradled against her body in the sling and stabilizing splint Finch had put on it the evening before. Her mind struggled to come to terms with what was going on.
Pavati sat on the floor, her back against the bed and tried to calm her body down. The pain, fear and confusion drew the colour from her face. It took a few minutes before she was able to slow her heartbeat and breathing to a more natural rhythm.
âJohn is gone. Captain sent him to the brig. He isnât here.â Pavati kept repeating it to herself.
A slow, long exhale and Pavati looked around the room. It was going to take some getting used to, this room, a bed and privacy. It was so quiet. She frowned. âI no longer need to sit on the floor like a common house pet.â
Pavati stood up and straightened her back. Her eyes surveyed the room. The two trunks sat. her brows knotted. Crossing the small room Pavati opened them both and looked over the clothing. She had so little and everything was very big. Everything but...
Her hands worked to pull out one of the very simple dresses she owned from the bottom of her trunk. She laid it out on the bunk and bit the inside of her cheek as she stared down at the garment.
Pavati stripped off the oversized shirt and pants very carefully. Her arm and its bandaging made the task less graceful than normal but in the end the clothes were changed.
âI wonder if the captain would be able to get me a needle and thread.â If she could get that then the clothes she had could be altered enough so that she was a bit more respectable. Pavati was sure that a dress was not common for sailors but the clothes John forced on her were less so.
Pavati knelt and began to rearrange the trunks. One for clothes, each neatly and ready for her to take in. The other had all the navigation tools organized. It was how she wanted it. She sat back on her feet and smiled.
The trunks were closed and Pavati noticed the beginning of the sunâs rays peeking into the porthole. She brushed her hair, leaving the long, black strands shining and smooth. Tucking the comb into the trunk with her clothes, she then crossed the room to the desk.
The map lay there, drying from the night before. Dark eyes scanned it over. It was a good map, a good route. Her head held high, Pavati rolled it up and tucked it into her splint.
Outside her door she could hear the movements of the crew. She listened. A familiar sound reached her ears. The sound of someone or in this case, numerous someoneâs releasing the leftover alcohol from their stomachs.
Pavati swallowed and steeled herself for what was to come. Theyâd be moving the Obsidian Star to the island she had chosen to maroon John. Her hands trembled. She stood at the door, unable to open and face what was to come.
âYou have to. You are the sailing master now. You have a place on this ship and he does not.â Her shoulders slumped. âI do not know the first thing about being on a ship..â As if in response, Pavati wavered on her feet. She frowned. That was the first time since she had woken that she had been unsteady. She had dressed and moved about the room not giving a single thought to the sea under her.
Pavati squared her shoulders again. Sheâd learn. Just as she learned to draw the maps, plot courses and neatly print. Just as she learned to read, to adapt to Johnâs unstable moods. Sheâd learn her way around the ship and her duties. Gareth was giving her a chance and despite the fear that balled itself like Johnâs fist in her stomach, she would not waste it.
Her hand released the lock on the door and pulled it open. Pavati did not move a muscle. Her eyes rested on the knife and parchment that sat in her door. She looked around. There was no sign of the person who might have placed it there.
âA warning? A threat?â Her pulse quickened.
Tentatively she reached for it. It gave way into her hand quite easily. Pavati frowned. It hadnât been forced into her door, more like lightly secured there. The blade was small and light in her hand. Awkwardly balancing it in her good hand, Pavati managed to get the note removed from its rolled home.
âMadame, this is a gift to help ensure your continued safety. Though captain Fletcher will ensure you are safe aboard ship when you disembark that may not be as easy for him to ensure. If you would like to learn how this weapon can be used to protect yourself, please bring it on deck. I will see and I will help. Salut, Max.â
She stared at it, rereading the words over and over again as if not quite comprehending what they meant. âHelp?â
Her eyes looked around. âWho is Max?â She had to admit that she had often fantasized about killing John but the act would bring a harsh punishment for her. Did Max not realize that she, as a native of Garame, was not allowed to defend herself against...well anyone?
Confused by the gesture but wishing to return the blade Pavati stepped onto the deck. Around her the crew were gathering. She spotted Gareth. Unsure of where she should be, Pavati found other officers from Garethâs cabin. Quietly, tentatively she took a position between Zaal and Finch.
The map remained in her splint, the knife and note in her good hand, her eyes on Gareth fearing drawing any attention to herself.
Her heart stopped as Gareth ordered John brought up from the brig. Pavati began to tremble. âWill Gareth change his mind? Will he...â Her thoughts stopped as John appeared on deck, led by one of the cabin boys. He was in shackles and looked terrible. She wanted to shrink away but she couldnât help but stare at the now haggard man who had made her life hell.
The charges rang out, clear and crisp in her ears. Garethâs voice carried on the sea breeze and it made it more real. He was asking for the crew to pass judgement. Gareth left and Pavati watched as John was led back to the brig.
She jumped as Johnâs eyes locked on hers. Pavati stood as still as stone. Part of her wanted to run and hide, yet she stood, a single defiant act as he screamed at her.
Her resolve was giving way, her urge to shrink off becoming overwhelming under Johnâs gaze when a body appeared in front of her, blocking her line of sight. The other cabin boy, the one who had tried to come to her defense in the captainâs quarters stood in front of her.
Unsure of what to do, Pavati remained and thanked the gods that the figure appeared before she had buckled. Her lips parted to thank him when the boy turned and left. John was gone. On the deck the crew was murmuring.
âDo I leave? Do I go see the captain?â She wanted to ask someone, Finch or Zaal perhaps but she couldnât get her limbs to move. Frozen to her spot, Pavati remained a statue on the deck with the knife and note in her hand as around her the others discussed John, the charges and who would pass judgement.
***
Eydis woke up, groggy and with a sour taste in her mouth. Her face puckered at the noises around her. Blue eyes opened and took in the sight of the crew waking. Most seemed extremely hung over. She wouldn't have the headache or churning stomach that others would. âThank my Demician blood.â she chuckled as she slowly stood. Stiff muscles protested the movement. One hand rubbed her lower back, the muscles there unaccustomed to sleeping on the wooden deck. Eydis began to stretch out her limbs.
Her eyes fell on the figure that lay near her. She sighed and shook her head. Yannick lay curled up like a protective guard dog by his sister. She smiled as she recalled one of his fellow marines, a Lisim man and an attractive one at that, had taken a shine to her. Yannick was too preoccupied with Master Zaal and their discussion on various guns to notice her slip away.
The handsome man and Eydis had been talking. The moment the man moved in to kiss her Yannick appeared grabbing the man and dragging him away. Eydis had been angry with her brother, he in turn told her to head to bed. An argument, one of great amusement to all around them, broke out. In the end Yannick let her stay but he never left her side from that point on.
Eydis gave her brother a swift kick to the thigh. âLetâs go, the Moon is going to leave soon and you will be stuck with me.â
Yannick grumbled and rolled over, looking up at his sister. âWell that would be a new circle of hell now wouldnât it? Stuck on the same boat as you.â
Eydis ran her fingers through her hair and laughed. âOh yes, I shall be a spinster, dried up and useless if we were ever on the same boat.â
Yannick stood, âLittle sister, you will remain untouched and pure....even if it is only in my mind.â He smiled at her.
Eydisâ eyes softened, âTake care in this battle, I wish to string you up again.â She launched her small frame at her brother. Yannick scooped her up in his thick arms and squeezed her until she could not breathe.
âLittle pest there will be plenty of chances for me to pay you back for that stunt and many more in the future. Do not worry.â He released her. âYou worry too much and you will wrinkle, then it will not be my fault that no man will touch you.â
He gave her a small wink and light shove. Eydis thumped his arm soundly.
With laughter filling the air around them Yannick turned. He and his fellow marines headed to the planks before they were lifted away.
Eydis immediately began to climb the ropes. She perched herself on a wooden crossbeam and looked out over the ocean. It had been a good night but a fight was coming. Her lungs filled with the crisp air. A smile spread on her face and she began her tasks for the morning.
Garethâs voice drew her out of her thoughts. Eydis slipped down in the ropes, sitting comfortably in them as she watched the prisoner brought out. She shook her head. Her eyes scanned the crowd. âI wonder if she...â Eydis spotted the manâs wife, the one he dragged everywhere from the moment they arrived on the ship. Her keen eyes spotted the splinted arm, the map tucked away and the womanâs dress.
âInteresting.â She relaxed and waited to see what judgement the captain would give. Eydis found her head nodding in agreement to Garethâs proclamation that crew would pass judgement. She already respected her captain but this confirmed, for her at least that he was worthy of her service and loyalty.
Her first thought was that Master Zaal should be the representative but she knew that was her own home bias. Her eyes fell on the small boatswain. She would be the proper choice of course. Eydis would easily back a decision in her favour. Scanning the crew at large, she was struck by the fact that other than the disgraced man in the brig there was no one on the crew she would not trust to represent them well.
Waiting, Eydis began to go over the charges that Gareth had laid out. She hadnât seen the manâs work as she had no reason to be privy to that. The threat to an officer, well she hadnât seen one but given his behaviour it did not surprise her. What she did know was her brief run ins with the man and his wife and his general behaviour on board. Her vantage point high up let her see things many thought went unnoticed.
âThey never look up.â She smiled to herself.
Eydis slipped out of the ropes and landed lightly on the deck. She approached Master Groot. She spied Leland, Henry and Aengus in the crowd. She assumed they would be discussion about this issue like she was about to be. None of them were officers, therefore not privy to the things that had gone on behind closed doors. She wondered what they thought of the charges.
In Demician, she spoke to Neils. âInteresting goings on this. What officer did he threaten? What will become of his wife, do you know?â